Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Love Actually(means)
A: So what’s up on valentine’s day?
B: hehehe ( maha typical nervous smile)
A: ???
B: well , want to propose to ‘ _______ ‘
A: cool !! but are you sure you Love her etc …….
B: Offcourse!!!! I love her yaar…. Just love her too much…
A: 1 sawal hai ( with slight guilty feeling)
B: huh? ( ask quickly expression)
A: how do you know you love her? What do you mean by love?
B:hey , please don’t start at least on valentine’s day!!
I can explain you actually,
But anyways you won’t understand that.
A: (confused , puzzled as usual)
Currently I’m like A.
Just thought over the concept of love between 2 people
And could’nt get the exact meaning.
Waiting for explanation from all experienced people!
B: hehehe ( maha typical nervous smile)
A: ???
B: well , want to propose to ‘ _______ ‘
A: cool !! but are you sure you Love her etc …….
B: Offcourse!!!! I love her yaar…. Just love her too much…
A: 1 sawal hai ( with slight guilty feeling)
B: huh? ( ask quickly expression)
A: how do you know you love her? What do you mean by love?
B:hey , please don’t start at least on valentine’s day!!
I can explain you actually,
But anyways you won’t understand that.
A: (confused , puzzled as usual)
Currently I’m like A.
Just thought over the concept of love between 2 people
And could’nt get the exact meaning.
Waiting for explanation from all experienced people!
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
I miss my camera
Puzzle: If a 2 eyed person feels better than a 1 eyed person, what is the value of camera?
No wonder this puzzle has remained unanswered since it was first created.
It is rumored that the creator was given a slow and most torturous death existing at those times.
Any ways, this all was just to confuse readers,if there are any.
Point is – I miss my camera.
No I’m not a classics photographer and my current activities with camera,
do not permit me to be one either !
But still when my eyes capture a few moments, my brain cells start tickling my brain.
They want those moments to be captured forever.
That’s why I miss my camera.
And believe me these moments are not of type “once in million”
They happen almost weekly, if not daily.
And however I try to memorize them, it’s just not possible.
Some details are always lost somehow.
That’s why I miss my camera.
You want an example of such moment?
Look no far (from me)
I love the moment when I brush my teeth and at the same time try to talk to my roommates over an interesting topic.
----------> :D
Demanding situation!!!
My teeth are happily in contact with the toothpaste and at the same time crying with agony when the brush bullies them…
And at the same time my tongue is waggling with immense enthusiasm to babble out Kaustubh’s opinion about some “AXZ “ issue.
When my roommates announce “brush your teeth first and then talk” I can imagine how they must be enjoying(!) the site.
Unfortunately I can never see this amazing picturesque phenomenon.
Alas!!
That’s why I miss my camera.
Another example is the typical face my friend makes when we make fun of her.
It’s a real SAD smiley… but very happy actually!!
The SAD expression on her face is the smile of innocence…
When her face makes the SAD smiley she is actually happy and we can sense this all through her smiley!
The way her mouth turns into a " :( " is really a moment I can never capture fully!!
Now someone tell me how to capture this all in your memory?
That’s why I miss my camera.
Another moment I want to detail out in my memory is that of my grandparents.
It’s simply worth watching when they tune on the TV and get engrossed into any mythological serial.
It doesn’t matter to them whether the so-so actor is present as God Shiva .. he is acting like a mule or he doesn’t even look like Balasaheb Thekare’s Shivsainik….
No.
They are totally immersed into the story.
They believe he is Shiva.
I just love thwe way they watch these serials.
And I miss my camera……
But the deeper I think,
I want to miss my camera!
Puzzle: If a 2 eyed person feels better than a 1 eyed person, what is the value of camera?
No wonder this puzzle has remained unanswered since it was first created.
It is rumored that the creator was given a slow and most torturous death existing at those times.
Any ways, this all was just to confuse readers,if there are any.
Point is – I miss my camera.
No I’m not a classics photographer and my current activities with camera,
do not permit me to be one either !
But still when my eyes capture a few moments, my brain cells start tickling my brain.
They want those moments to be captured forever.
That’s why I miss my camera.
And believe me these moments are not of type “once in million”
They happen almost weekly, if not daily.
And however I try to memorize them, it’s just not possible.
Some details are always lost somehow.
That’s why I miss my camera.
You want an example of such moment?
Look no far (from me)
I love the moment when I brush my teeth and at the same time try to talk to my roommates over an interesting topic.
----------> :D
Demanding situation!!!
My teeth are happily in contact with the toothpaste and at the same time crying with agony when the brush bullies them…
And at the same time my tongue is waggling with immense enthusiasm to babble out Kaustubh’s opinion about some “AXZ “ issue.
When my roommates announce “brush your teeth first and then talk” I can imagine how they must be enjoying(!) the site.
Unfortunately I can never see this amazing picturesque phenomenon.
Alas!!
That’s why I miss my camera.
Another example is the typical face my friend makes when we make fun of her.
It’s a real SAD smiley… but very happy actually!!
The SAD expression on her face is the smile of innocence…
When her face makes the SAD smiley she is actually happy and we can sense this all through her smiley!
The way her mouth turns into a " :( " is really a moment I can never capture fully!!
Now someone tell me how to capture this all in your memory?
That’s why I miss my camera.
Another moment I want to detail out in my memory is that of my grandparents.
It’s simply worth watching when they tune on the TV and get engrossed into any mythological serial.
It doesn’t matter to them whether the so-so actor is present as God Shiva .. he is acting like a mule or he doesn’t even look like Balasaheb Thekare’s Shivsainik….
No.
They are totally immersed into the story.
They believe he is Shiva.
I just love thwe way they watch these serials.
And I miss my camera……
But the deeper I think,
I want to miss my camera!
Monday, February 12, 2007
BUG !!
hey i just found a bug in blogspot.
It's allowing me to write my blogs in future !!
WOW ....i can post a blog dating 13 Feb 2007 on 12th Feb 2007 !!!
okay now onwards
Back to the future.....
It's allowing me to write my blogs in future !!
WOW ....i can post a blog dating 13 Feb 2007 on 12th Feb 2007 !!!
okay now onwards
Back to the future.....
Leaving 5*
FEB 1st. Leaving 5* ....
( we lived in an house in AUNDH -pune for about a year [Feb06-Jan07]. We/every one called it 5*.
one fine day,we decided to shift to kothrud on FEb 1st 2007.
Some of the content might be off reference.... but that's how it is.)
written on 1st feb 2007
I am not exactly “shed those tears once in a while” type person.
Still today I feel disturbed somehow.
And I do require strong reasons for being disturbed.
Normally my state of mind is happy-happier-happiest.
And that’s how it should be for a software engineer earning good enough salary living with college friends in an excellent city.
But I am digressing. The reason why I am feeling sad today is really very different!
We are leaving our old house (I hate to term our house as merely ‘Room’)
We are leaving 5*.
The specialty of 5* starts right from the name itself!
Though we think it is self explanatory, many won’t, because it’s got a nice history.
Q: Why the name is 5*? (1M)
A: there lived 6 gentlemen happily in this house. When question arose of naming the same,
One gentleman (few have doubt whether we can call him so) came up with idea of ‘5*’.
Well, answer is not complete yet. But doesn’t this remind you of some of the classic answers we wrote over the years!
The logic behind 5* was-: 5 gentlemen + Mr. STAR (Tarkesh) = 5*
5* apartments was/is/will be one of the best possible abode a pest/gorilla/human/dinosaur can get.
It’s simply huge.
We never felt space crunch unless number of people staying went above 12.
The house always seemed to welcome everyone anytime.
Now I don’t know whether it’s simply our nature or the house allowed us to express this generosity towards everyone, probably a mixture of both.
I still remember the wee hours on fine working day when I heard a voice which was distinctly distinct and not from 5*.
But then calmed myself down and started guessing who this “Visitor of the day” could have been?
Being in 5* always gave me a sensation of being in a joint family.
Hustle bustle, noise, fights etc.
Now I must admit that few of us have been given vocal chords which are gutsier than badminton racket’s guts.
So we don’t need third person to call it crowd!
Its getting difficult to pen don now…
5* doesn’t have the ambience of a polished house
It isn’t really in best of the conditions either.
5* can’t boast of good furniture, hell it doesn’t have a single chair !!!
Forget about beds.
But it has something more to it.
It’s really a kind house.
Simple and beautiful.
Small yet big inside.
And then I suddenly realized 5* is not a house.
It’s a mind-set.
Our mission is to convert every single house, where we are going to stay, into a 5*.
( we lived in an house in AUNDH -pune for about a year [Feb06-Jan07]. We/every one called it 5*.
one fine day,we decided to shift to kothrud on FEb 1st 2007.
Some of the content might be off reference.... but that's how it is.)
written on 1st feb 2007
I am not exactly “shed those tears once in a while” type person.
Still today I feel disturbed somehow.
And I do require strong reasons for being disturbed.
Normally my state of mind is happy-happier-happiest.
And that’s how it should be for a software engineer earning good enough salary living with college friends in an excellent city.
But I am digressing. The reason why I am feeling sad today is really very different!
We are leaving our old house (I hate to term our house as merely ‘Room’)
We are leaving 5*.
The specialty of 5* starts right from the name itself!
Though we think it is self explanatory, many won’t, because it’s got a nice history.
Q: Why the name is 5*? (1M)
A: there lived 6 gentlemen happily in this house. When question arose of naming the same,
One gentleman (few have doubt whether we can call him so) came up with idea of ‘5*’.
Well, answer is not complete yet. But doesn’t this remind you of some of the classic answers we wrote over the years!
The logic behind 5* was-: 5 gentlemen + Mr. STAR (Tarkesh) = 5*
5* apartments was/is/will be one of the best possible abode a pest/gorilla/human/dinosaur can get.
It’s simply huge.
We never felt space crunch unless number of people staying went above 12.
The house always seemed to welcome everyone anytime.
Now I don’t know whether it’s simply our nature or the house allowed us to express this generosity towards everyone, probably a mixture of both.
I still remember the wee hours on fine working day when I heard a voice which was distinctly distinct and not from 5*.
But then calmed myself down and started guessing who this “Visitor of the day” could have been?
Being in 5* always gave me a sensation of being in a joint family.
Hustle bustle, noise, fights etc.
Now I must admit that few of us have been given vocal chords which are gutsier than badminton racket’s guts.
So we don’t need third person to call it crowd!
Its getting difficult to pen don now…
5* doesn’t have the ambience of a polished house
It isn’t really in best of the conditions either.
5* can’t boast of good furniture, hell it doesn’t have a single chair !!!
Forget about beds.
But it has something more to it.
It’s really a kind house.
Simple and beautiful.
Small yet big inside.
And then I suddenly realized 5* is not a house.
It’s a mind-set.
Our mission is to convert every single house, where we are going to stay, into a 5*.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Identity.
Sometimes I wonder.
Why are a few people gifted?
As Dostoyevsky rightly said there are very few people original; rest are ignorant / “wise” fools.
Under which category do I fall?
How can I determine that?
And what if (I know this is highly wishful thinking, but ...) I am really original and not realizing it?
What if I never realize this in my lifespan?
I would certainly prefer that over being any type of fool.
Ignorant fools are at least happy. I am calling them Ignorant because they are always in the dark curtain of ignorance.
It simply makes life simple for them.
So is not the case always with wise fools, who know that they are not original.
They desperately fight with the disturbing fact. And fail to accept their mediocrity.
This dilemma causes agony.
But essence of life for majority of population is this “fight against mediocrity” by one means or other.
Often those who successfully emerge out victorious of this arena are again termed as Original.
But Original are those who don’t have to fight this battle in first place.
But I am drifting from the main topic.
What is my status? Do I have originality or am I simply ‘ ‘?
Face without any identity?
Sometimes I wonder.
Why are a few people gifted?
As Dostoyevsky rightly said there are very few people original; rest are ignorant / “wise” fools.
Under which category do I fall?
How can I determine that?
And what if (I know this is highly wishful thinking, but ...) I am really original and not realizing it?
What if I never realize this in my lifespan?
I would certainly prefer that over being any type of fool.
Ignorant fools are at least happy. I am calling them Ignorant because they are always in the dark curtain of ignorance.
It simply makes life simple for them.
So is not the case always with wise fools, who know that they are not original.
They desperately fight with the disturbing fact. And fail to accept their mediocrity.
This dilemma causes agony.
But essence of life for majority of population is this “fight against mediocrity” by one means or other.
Often those who successfully emerge out victorious of this arena are again termed as Original.
But Original are those who don’t have to fight this battle in first place.
But I am drifting from the main topic.
What is my status? Do I have originality or am I simply ‘ ‘?
Face without any identity?
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